He looked in her eyes and understood. "I said I loved you." "Yes. That's what saved me. I knew. I felt it here in my heart how you loved me. Roger, I felt it from the moment we met." "Yes," he said, "I loved you from that moment, Annette." "And I you, Roger. But it seemed so impossible. I used to think it must be a dream. Aunty, father, Garman and all the selfishness; and then in the midst of it all finding such a love--such a love as girls dream of, Roger. And I was afraid Garman had me in his power. So I went to the island and fought it out. And then I knew it was all right--because all I thought of was you. So I sent him that note. I was a little afraid of him, and I wanted to lure him away, so I could--well, I wanted him away." "Why?" "I can't tell you, dear." "Why?" "Please don't make me tell. I'm ashamed." "Very well then." She turned her flushed face up toward him. "Do you really want to know?" "If you wish to tell me." "I wanted him away--so I could come to you. I hurried straight to your camp. Am I shameless, Roger? Then we hunted for you. Roger----" "I am not worthy of you," he said, "but I love you." "Roger?" "Yes, dear." "Do you think we will really fight?" They laughed together, the joyous laughter of youth, her head upon his breast and his arms about her. "Probably," he said. And they laughed again. THE END